Abandoned Master's Cultivation

Because Mi Hsinghee was about to fight, many disciples from Mi Family had also come over, some of them came to imitate his actions and study, while others cheered him on.

At this moment, more than eight hundred people had crowded into the arena, and the sound of their voices was reverberating.

Under the host's repeated attempts to maintain order, his voice finally died down.

As a result, when Mi Hsinghee walked out of the dark passage, another wave of voices that overflowed the heavens rang out once again. The loud voices seemed to wish that they could lift up the dome itself.

"Xinghe, Xinghe, Xinghe …"

Everyone shouted out Mi Hsinghee's name and the host turned the volume up to maximum, but he was still unable to stop the excited audience.

It was only when Mi Hsinghee gently waved his hand that the huge sound wave calmed down.

Immediately after, the eyes of the eight hundred people turned towards another exit. Seeing Jiang Wuchen's somewhat skinny body slowly walking out, in order to not reveal the slightest bit of characteristics of his body, not only did Jiang Wuchen wear a Ghost Genealogy mask, he even wore a black gown.

When Jiang Wuchen appeared, the cheers were high, but unfortunately, all of the cheers were for naught.

Within the octagonal circle, the two stood facing each other. A battle of attrition was about to begin, and at this moment, the sound wave that seemed to be able to overturn the dome finally quieted down.

Mi Hsinghee had a calm and composed smile on his face, "Your ability to come exceeded my expectations, I thought you would be a cowardly turtle, Jiang Wuchen."

Jiang Wuchen shook his head slightly, "I never thought that you would actually be able to recognize me by looking at me. Can you tell me how many people know my identity?"

Mi Hsinghee was startled, "Yo? Is it very mysterious? A secret that couldn't be told? "Hahaha, alright, I won't joke around with you. It seems like I'm the only one who knows your identity, but after tonight, I will personally take off your mask so that everyone will know what kind of person is hiding behind the Ghost Genealogy's mask."

"Then I am relieved." Jiang Wuchen's eyes revealed a hint of happiness.

Relax? What do you mean? Mi Hsinghee was slightly taken aback.

The host stood outside the octagonal cage, holding the microphone, "This is a match that I haven't been able to begin, so what else do I need to say? Mi Hsinghee! Ten thousand words might not be as much as these three words. I believe that everyone will only know more than me!

The battle began! Oh, right, I need to say one more word. Oh my god, my dear Ghost Genealogy, I will pray for you! "

That brought another round of laughter.

The host thought that he was being funny and pretended to be funny. He quickly pulled to the dark corner of the tunnel and gathered all the spotlights onto the Bluestone Arena.

The bloodstained bluestone floor was suffused with a chilling aura. The smell of blood seemed to float out from within the crowd.

"I don't like to dilly-dally. I remember you saying before that if you want me to fight with you, you need my entire Mi Family as the wager? It's the funniest joke I've ever heard. If you lose, I won't kill you. From now on, you are my slave, and you have meat to eat with me. " The corner of Mi Hsinghee's mouth raised, revealing a cruel sneer.

In the next second, this hint of cold laughter immediately disappeared. Mi Hsinghee lifted his foot and fiercely stomped on the ground, producing a loud bang.

The unblemished Bluestone Arena surface trembled a bit as well, and a loud sound shook the entire arena.

Everyone was startled as their eyes widened without blinking, afraid that they would miss the most exciting battle.

Mi Hsinghee's stable body was like a rushing cheetah, his figure instantly rushing forward, his powerful fist releasing an explosive sound in the air.

Boom.

Immediately after, he left behind an afterimage, the powerful fist force locked onto Jiang Wuchen, and reached him in the blink of an eye.

In the resting room, Bazi could not help but be shocked, "Grandmaster is truly a Grandmaster, just this fist alone, I can't defend against it."

The unyielding Internal Strength turned into a fist of wind, causing Jiang Wuchen's clothes to sway uncontrollably.

The instant this punch touched his clothes, his body retreated at the same speed.

Mi Hsinghee smiled faintly: "Alright, to be able to avoid my punch, it seems you are at least a perfect Martial Master!" As he spoke, his body charged forward like lightning, and he attacked with his left and right fists.

"It's Hades' Three Dots of Water!" An Eight Extreme Experts said excitedly: "He thought that he had avoided my punch and retreated, but what he did not know was that I, Eight Extreme Trigrams, was unusually fierce.

Bang bang bang.

Mi Hsinghee unleashed three consecutive punches, each of his punches were as fast as a fist, and each of his punches brought about a strong gust of wind.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Wuchen had retreated to the side of the octagonal cage and with a twist of his body, he dodged the attack.

Mi Hsinghee punched the octagonal cage.

Boom.

The encirclement created by the steel wire net was instantly smashed apart to reveal a large hole.

Whoosh.

The crowd immediately went into an uproar. This group of people had watched countless matches, but they had never seen a person who could punch through a large hole in their encirclement.

Mi Hsinghee turned around, and saw that Jiang Wuchen had already circled behind him, and was three meters away from him.

"You were able to avoid my three drops of water." Mi Hsinghee's words carried a faint trace of surprise, "It looks like I've really underestimated you. Come again!"

While speaking, Mi Hsinghee's body burst forth, with just a step, his body flashed forward two metres, and the fist that was ready to be unleashed, fiercely smashed towards Jiang Wuchen with a force of a thousand jin.

The fierce fist wind was the first to arrive.

Jiang Wuchen retreated backwards once again, but Mi Hsinghee stepped forward even faster, extended out his five fingers and forcefully covered Jiang Wuchen's head.

Jiang Wuchen reached out his hand to stop her.

Seeing him reach out his hand, Mi Hsinghee smiled, revealing a slight smile. His body rushed forward half-way, and suddenly smashed his elbow onto Jiang Wuchen's chest.

"Hahaha! See that? This is called a fierce tiger trying to climb a mountain." One of the Eight Level Experts introduced, "My Eight Level Fist attacks have never been a single fist, but a series of fist strikes that are like firecrackers. Punches after punches, this tiger climbs mountains to such an extent …"

Unfortunately, without waiting for him to finish, the scene inside the octagonal encirclement suddenly changed. Jiang Wuchen's body tilted, and brushed past this elbow. Immediately after, he took half a step forward, and ruthlessly smashed his back against Mi Hsinghee.

Mi Hsinghee was a little shocked, "This … "How do you know the method to break this technique …" His voice had yet to fade when he suddenly felt a powerful force rushing over. This force was as large as a mountain, pressuring him so that he couldn't even breathe.

"This …"

Before he could react, Jiang Wuchen's back was already leaning on him.

Bang.

Mi Hsinghee's body was immediately sent flying, and this time he flew five metres away. When his feet landed on the ground, he drew out two black lines and continued to retreat, and with a boom, he smashed into the octagonal cage.